Lyrics:

The girls won't touch me 'cause I got a misdirection
And livin' at night isn't helpin' my complexion
The signs all say it's a social infection
A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection

Mom threw me out 'til I get some pants that fit
She just don't approve of my strange kind of wit
I get so excited I always gotta lose it
Then they pack me off and make me take the cure

But I don't need a cure, don't need a cure
Don't need a cure, need a final solution

Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction
Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction
It seems I'm the victim of natural selection
Or maybe just another slide in another direction

I don't need a cure, don't need a cure
Don't need a cure, need a final solution, solution